Conception (The Wellingtons #4) - Tessa Teevan Page 0,124

and I’ve finally succumbed to him.

And now that we’re here, I’m embracing every second of it.

I shake my head, and his own falls. Using my thumb and my forefinger, I lift his chin so he’s looking at me. “It’s not too soon. At my last appointment, the doctor gave me the go-ahead.” The hope in his eyes make my heart swell. “I didn’t want to say anything. I wasn’t ready. But I am now.”

It’s all he needs to hear. He runs his hand up over the curve of my belly, rising before me. Strong hands grip my waist, setting me on the counter, bringing me closer to him. With one nudge, he opens my legs and settles between them. He thrusts his cock into me with such force that it takes my breath away. His eyes darken and he grips my hips, no longer giving me sweet caresses, but instead, the passion now feels more like desperation. His powerful pumps intensify and I slide back on the counter with every plunging drive deep into my core. Each electrifying thrust heightens the sensation, and I wonder if a woman’s ever died from an orgasm before.

“Knox…fuck… Slow down,” I’m panting. “Too much…”

All I get in response is some sort of grunt from him as he repositions my legs around him and picks me up, all the while continuing to thrust up into me. Knox is holding on to me and though I try to match his movements, he’s too wild, too crazed. So I tighten my arm around his neck and hold on tight.

It feels so damn good, but it’s almost too much. Before I have a chance to process my thoughts, my body’s humming with satisfaction and I reach the precipice of ecstasy all over again. He continues thrusting while my body starts to go limp from the pleasure. He then tenses and squeezes my legs with his hands as he fills me with his release. My head is spinning; my body is still tingling. Knox’s head falls to the crook of my neck, where he peppers soft kisses along my sweat-slicked skin.

“Amazing. So fucking amazing,” he whispers, and the reality of what we’ve done crashes down on me.

I can’t believe I just did this. Hell, I can’t believe I lasted two months with him in my bed before doing this. My heart is full—yet heavy—and I’m ridiculously overwhelmed with a flurry of emotion that I can’t help the rush of hot tears. I try to blink them back to no avail.

“Amelia, no,” he whispers, wiping my tears away and getting the wrong idea. “I’m sorry. That was too fast. Too much. I’m so fucking sorry.”

Possibly one of the best moments of my life—definitely top-five material—and it ends with her crying.

I’m an asshole. A fucking deviant. I’m selfish beyond belief and I’ve never felt this damn low.

Which is kind of a conundrum.

I’ve also never felt so fucking thrilled.

Amelia’s expression is unreadable, and she doesn’t respond to my apology. Instead, she pushes past me and exits the bathroom.

“I was just coming to tell you we’re out of diapers.” She tosses the words over her shoulder.

I wrap a towel around my waist then follow her into her bedroom. Our bedroom. Feeling like a caged lion, I force myself to sit on the edge of the bed. “Let me get dressed. I’ll go out and get them. Do you need anything else?” I sound too eager, but I don’t care. I’ll do anything to make this right.

“Knox,” Amelia calls, her eyes shining.

Fucking hell, more tears?

From my place on the bed, I hold my head in my hands, rubbing my forehead and then finally returning my attention to her. She ties her robe around her waist then comes to sit next to me.

“That was…” she trails off, trying to find her words.

I take her hand, bringing it to my lips to press a kiss against her. “That was too much. I was an animal. I should’ve been gentle. Slow. Fuck,” I mutter, running a hand through my wet hair before catching her gaze. “I’m sorry. It’s just… Hell, I’ve been dreaming of this ever since you let me back in your bed and I got carried away. Please, please don’t shut me out. I’ll go to the couch if you want. I’ll do anything, Amelia. Just don’t shut me out.” I’m practically begging, something I never thought I’d do, but when it comes to her? There’s no length I won’t go to, no bridge I